About half an hour later, Zhang Feng felt his arm begin to feel sore and numb, and the muzzle of the gun could not help but lower slightly.
There was no room for sand in the judge's eyes. The body sitting on the chair did not move, and the cane in his hand fell on Zhang Feng's thigh.
Snapped!
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched, and the place where he was hit was burning and painful. Although he couldn't see it through his pants, he knew that the place where he was hit was definitely a purple mark, and it would swell quickly.
"Does it hurt? It's okay. As long as you say you give up, I will definitely not stop you and let you go over and ring the elimination bell."
"You won't have to bear the pain then? Right?"
"Zhang Feng, give up on your own. Think about it, others are directly shooting live ammunition, but what about you? You are still practicing holding a gun. It's like you are still in kindergarten when others have already been admitted to college. Don't you feel ashamed?"
The judge spoke leisurely without raising his eyelids, but as long as the muzzle of the gun in Zhang Feng's hand moved slightly, even just a millimeter, his cane would land on Zhang Feng's thigh without hesitation.
Moreover, the canes landed in different positions. Zhang Feng grinned glaringly. He knew that his legs were probably beaten as much as a zebra's without looking at him.
The burning pain in both arms was like being put on a fire, with stabbing pains!
"How about it, Zhang Feng, what do you think of my proposal?" the judge suggested, tapping his palms rhythmically with a cane.
"My dear, come on, keep talking. If you don't, I might just give up!"
Zhang Feng grinned and said, "The more you tell me to give up, the less I feel I can give up! Who are you, and I will give up when you ask me to give up? Why do I have to give you face when you just listen to me?"
"Your face is worth so much, it's just a pair of insoles, right! I'm going to use your face as an insole under my feet!"
"Shuang, I will trample your face on the soles of my feet and let you smell the stink of my feet, so nice!"
The judge stood up from his chair and held up the cane to draw it down. He did not expect that Zhang Feng would still have the energy to argue with him under such circumstances.
But when the cane fell halfway, he grinned and said
Said: "Originally I thought it was almost time, and I wanted you to take a rest. But I see you are very energetic? Then give it another hour!"
After saying that, the judge picked up another stone, tied it with a rope and hung it on the muzzle of the gun held by Zhang Feng.
Clapping his hands, the judge said: "Very good, keep at it!"
Zhang Feng was holding the gun. If he had been empty-handed, he would have slapped himself twice. Why is his mouth so mean? Now that he has no time to rest, this judge is still asking for trouble by using his head to put weight on him. Isn't this asking for trouble? .
"Judge, you see, my mouth has no door. Don't take what I say to heart. Judge, you are extremely sacred in my heart, with a halo of your own."
Seeing the judge humming a tune in his mouth and ignoring him at all, Zhang Feng continued unwillingly: "The halo is like that of an angel, bright and shining! Hey, judge, see if you can let me Take a little rest!”
"Hmph, how can I have anything to do with being a judge from hell and some kind of angel? You just talk too much."
The judge snorted coldly and said, "Well, let's hold on for another half hour."
Zhang Feng saw that although the judge had a cold face, the hour was reduced to half an hour, which showed that his flattery was very useful to him. Then he continued: "Judge, you are right. The angels are all from abroad, and the judge belongs to our ancestors! Besides, what is the use of that angel? Can it bring life to the dead, or can it be flesh and bones? Judge, you are great, as long as you are big A single stroke of the pen on the book of life and death can determine a person's life and death, which is extremely powerful!"
"Ahem!" The judge coughed twice, secretly thinking that Zhang Feng's flattery just made him feel comfortable, so he said, "Well, fifteen minutes!"
After saying that, his face immediately became serious and he said: "Stop talking nonsense, there is no discussion for fifteen minutes!"
Zhang Feng also understood that enough was enough, so he honestly shut his mouth.
The burning pain has passed, not because it doesn't hurt, but because it hurts so much that I lose consciousness.
On the contrary, both arms became extremely itchy, as if there were ants biting every inch of flesh and blood on both arms! That kind of itch makes people want to scratch and scratch it!
Zhang Feng gritted his back teeth tightly
Even if you hold on, the smell of blood begins to fill your mouth. That is because you bite too hard and your gums have begun to bleed.
The judge's half-closed eyes also revealed a hint of excitement. He could see that Zhang Feng's muscle strength had reached its limit and was now completely supported by faith.
He originally said it would be an hour just to scare Zhang Feng half-jokingly, but if he really persisted like this for an hour, Zhang Feng's arms would be useless.
"Time's up!" said the judge.
The gun in Zhang Feng's hand suddenly fell, and the stone hanging from the muzzle of the gun hit the ground hard.
He collapsed on the ground, sweat pouring down his face.
His arms were shaking and twitching uncontrollably.
Excessive exertion and long-term tension keep the muscles of both arms in a state of high tension, which is why they tremble and twitch.
"No wonder Captain Hell pays special attention to this boy, it's quite interesting!"
The judge nodded secretly in his heart. It was not easy even for his comrades to be able to hold on for so long while hanging heavy objects, let alone Zhang Feng, a newcomer who had never touched a gun and had no shooting training.
Squatting down, the judge put his palm on Zhang Feng's arm and rubbed it hard.
Even if he didn't pinch it, he would feel a sharp pain. Although the judge was just trying to relax his muscles, Zhang Feng was shouting heartbreakingly: "Judge, you are trying to commit murder! It hurts! It hurts so damn much." ! Oh, you are going to hurt me to death, you are so cruel!"
"Nima, shut up, you're making me upset!"
The judge slapped Zhang Feng on the head, and the good impression he had just formed disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"A gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands. Why do you always hit people?" Zhang Feng said.
"You kid, you are calling me a villain in your words! It seems that my training for you is too light. You will train more in the afternoon!" the judge cursed.
In the afternoon, it was still about holding the gun, shooting while standing, shooting from the kneeling position, shooting while lying down, and changing various shooting methods.
The judge's requirements gradually increased. Not only did the muzzle of the gun not move at all when holding the gun, but also during the long process of holding the gun, there was no need to blink. If this was not done, it would be like a cane, without any negotiation. room.